Jiggity jig

We're back in Lexington, which is feeling more and more like home after spending a wonderful vacation in Massachusetts. The two Lexingtons can get pretty confusing, so I developed a way of differentiating between them with the pitch of my voice. "Lexington" in falsetto is Lexington, Ky., and "Lexington," baritone, is Lexington, Mass. Doesn't work as well in print, which is why I developed the clever italics/bold mechanism that you have just witnessed. Yes, I know, you're wondering if sometimes, do the pinnacles of my cleverness take my own breath away? Indeed.
Okay, I'm breathing normally again. We just spent all of July doing absolutely nothing. It was wonderful. We did manage to show Max off to everyone- all his grandparents were afforded extended visits, plus (in no particular order) the Adlers, (Uncle) Al, the Carters, Caiti and her twins, Carly, Dave, Eric, Faiza, the Garlands, (Aunt) Jill, (Grandpa) John, (Cousin) Julia, Kate, Margaret, Margo, Marla, Naomi, Noah, Ryan, Steve, Taylor, and many more. Our new life is showing Max off. My summer break from med school started off by showing Max off at the beach in Newport, RI. Then I showed him off a little in Lexington, and then he held court at the lake in Lunenburg. The lake is so fun- swimming when you're hot, sailing when it's windy, paddling to blueberries when they're ripe, jogging when you're restless, amazing mountain biking and climbing within minutes, and a fridge filled with seltzer and diet soda. Plus a king size bed in the master suite for honored guests. Max spent minimal time in the bed, maximal time staring up at his beach mobile (that's mobile with a hard i for those who are picturing a motorized dune buggy). He enjoyed swimming in the lake, even dunking his whole head a few times (I had to test his diving reflex, purported to linger until the fourth month after birth. Basically, this kid is like a giant medical experiment- Babinski reflexes, diving reflexes, rooting reflexes, hip flexion, etc.) He keeps getting cuter, too (pics here). So, the summer passed quickly, and we have little to show for ourselves. I did get much done on my full time work-study Histology project, which I spent 40 difficult hours/week on (Hi Dr. MacPherson)(Thanks Dad and Brielle). I am also addicted to fizzy drinks, thanks to that damn seltzer fridge. We left for our drive home at 8pm, to coincide with Max's sleepy time, and it worked beautifully. We made it to Aunt Jill and Uncle Al's just as he was waking up, and they took him while we took a nap. Then they fed us an amazing grilled dinner and we took off for Lexington at 8pm again, and Max again slept the whole way. Now we're here, sharing the house with Ben and Bree because Ben blew up his own house. Luckily he's a farmer, so we're at least eating well. School starts on Monday, which I am actually looking forward to, as long as I can finish off this histo project first. We've been working on our budget lately. We are dirt poor. We're working on getting Max a birth certificate, which is harder than it might seem, so that we can potentially get him health insurance and government cheese. It's actually quite romantic, being poor (although please don't ask Mariam). So we'll see. And eventually, we'll be the opposite of poor. Here's to then. Cheers.